BLAZE

The only living blogger in Edmonton, apparently. Hmph. No one feeds my addictions anymore. Finished with school almost: one set of exams to mark and grades to submit, then I'm done. My paycheque definitely says I'm done. Must find something else to do. My parents, my aunt and uncle, my grandmother, and some of my cousins are planning to come to the house for Canada Day. Must cook. Must clean. Must drink lots and lots and lots so I don't remember the carnage. No no no, I don't mean that. I think my new degree is perfect for one as self-centred as myself: MEd. Just think: I've been MEd. Oh dear — like I needed the encouragement. Cirque du Soleil was phenomenal. Worth the money and the rain. And the way you make the buffalo roam. Zak's off to PJ next week, finished school on Friday. Those were the days, my friend — we thought they'd never end. Oh but a pirate came and that changed everything, changed, changed utterly. A terrible beauty and all that. There's a lot of things if I could I'd re-arrange. Well, must dash. And I'm appositive we have nothing in comma. Hmm, I think that needs work. One of my students wrote a sexual grammar poem. It was very very good but I forgot to copy it down. The worst thing about getting older is ... something ... I knew what I was going to write a moment ago ...

Eeeks!